TMR/TBS Imagines

Newt // Creators (Pt.1) *REQUEST*

* This imagine was requested by Life160
I loved this idea and was so excited to write it! I hope you all like it! Also I've decided to make it into a 2 part thing because I accidentally made this really long. *

3rd person POV

It was morning when Newt first noticed something was wrong. For others it was the scratchy voice and deep coughs coming from her every minute, but for Newt it was the tired eyes that gave it away. She was sick and in the glade that honestly was rare.

The boys were quick if someone had some sort of sickness, giving the boy a vaccine and quarantined them until he was healthy. The gladers couldn't afford sick days, especially the Runners, so imagine their worry when (Y/N) came slouching into breakfast.

"Hey there," Alby was quiet with his words, trying not to upset the girl in any way; none of them had dealt with her being sick before and they weren't sure how she was going to act. "You don't look so good."

"You look like klunk," Minho added, which caused her table of friends to glare at him. They should have known the sassy Runner couldn't keep his mouth shut for anything.

Newt hit the Runner upside the head before turning his attention to the girl. "What's the matter, love?" Newt sighed as she carefully set her arms over the table so she could rest her head above them. He placed his hand on her back, rubbing it gently.

"I don't feel so good," she mumbled without lifting her head, so only the two boys closest to her actually heard it.

"What'd ya' stay up partying really late? Or was Newt too hard on you last night?" Minho laughed. More glares were sent his way, until Alby had enough and pushed the Runner away from the table.

Newt softy lifted (Y/N)'s head from the table and placed the back of his fingers against her forehead. He hissed once he felt the warmth radiating from her skin.

"Love, you're burning up. We need to get you to the Med-jacks." He helped her move off the bench and into the pocket of Newt's arm where he walked her to the Med-hut. While Newt carried her over, Alby notified the Med-jacks of their new patient.

Newt set (Y/N) down onto the first empty cot and slipped the sheet over her body once she complained about being cold. He knew not to give in for it would only make the fever worse, but he figured the Med-jacks would take care of that.

When Jeff and Clint arrived, they took out the typical supplies needed when a boy had some type of illness. Newt stood idly by watching over the two as they worked on the girl. She had no idea he was there anymore since she had been resting her eyes the moment she laid down, but the two boys noticed.

"Newt, we need the space," Jeff told the second in command. He was just trying to be watchful of his girl, but the med-jacks wouldn't work as well with him hovering over them. "We'll tell you first if anything happens to her."

Newt was hesitant at first but trusted the two to fix her up. He nodded while moving to leave the hut.

"Don't worry," Clint added before he could walk out, "she'll be fine."

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Four days had gone by and (Y/N) had only gotten worse. Clint at first diagnosed (Y/N) with the flu, but since she had not thrown up once, that idea was taken off the table. Then they believed she had allergies, but the fact that they had never acted up before rid that idea. They couldn't figure out what was wrong with her.

Newt, being the worrier he was to begin with, was beyond stressed over the whole situation. He watched over her every free second he could, spending his meals, afternoons, and nights on the makeshift chair beside her bed. Half the time she was asleep, but for the other half he was telling her every story his mind could imagine to take her mind off being sick.